This enthusiastic embellishment of the inner sleeve to my second hand copy of the Ramones debut LP always makes me smile

Alas, appearing in the symbolic but far from literal sense

Still from a 70’s public information film on venturing a humorous Beatles observation

Almost word for word the same experience except I was 10 and it was WH Smith. I love the sound of that reissue, better than the cleaned up represses in recent years. The only thing that bugged me was the Pavey/Doonican writing credit.

‘You were at the 14 Hour Technicolour Dream, that must have been amazing!’

‘It was alright. Bit boring really. Nah, didn’t see Pink Floyd. Couldn’t be arsed staying up and I had stuff to do the next day’

Sort of related to this I am always fascinated at the gulf between pop culture narrative and the experience of real people. When I started work and got to chat to people who were a lot older than me I would be amazed at how nonplussed they were at massive cultural touchstones.

‘That don’t cut no ice with THIS reply guy. We have ways and means of stopping this kind of performance’

It really is! Mrs D got into it first and has played it something like 2000 times while having the occasional weep…

Not only is this true but it prompted me to look up how old he was at the height of their fame (27) and saw that he is the only member of the main band that does not have his own Wikipedia entry.

Fabulous playlist and fabulous jukebox. I think I went to The Heart & Hand every day in the early 90’s, that time in your life where anytime you went in a place, there was someone you knew. Or if it was empty you could just hang out with Gene Clark and the old dog until someone turned up

We had to get on the train and it was setting off and we could see Wee Boaby running haplessly down the platform and were were all going ‘fucking Bobby Gillespie, the daft prick’

Anyway, if Boaby is reading this, get your shit together you useless bastard

It smells of fey Home Counties whimsy victory